SILENCE,
Only COLD silence
The MOON would never spill
Though he knows the excessive truth
About the distressing JOURNEY of the miserable meek
The nocturnal ECHO
Resembles the most dismal lullaby
Snaking to the ear of the Moon
But somehow he learns to suffocate his conscience
Mastered to close the eyes of his heart
Though it's a clear PATH to traveling the naught
The Moon engraves its footprints
This lie is a holy WATER
It will dodge the trial of his dearest
Silence... Only cold silence...
March 15, 2018
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